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Can't Take That Lyrics

Artist: Esham
Album: Repentance

I know how it feels to wake up fucked upWith pockets on E, and bad company.I wish I had a key too open all the locksI'd open all the blocks, flood em all with rocks.Keep clockin knots, cause it dont stop .Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not.Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot.When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got.Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like butterscotchNow i'm on the streets, another plan, a money plotBuy a brand new Benz before you rolled it off the lotIt really don't mean shit, if your ass get shotWhy?

You can't take it with youAll them things that money buyYou won't need 'em when you die, baby

You can't take it with youEven when they hit you with 50 bulletsFifty times in your nugget, fuck itLove it or hate, like it or notI really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shotSedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy,Caught up in the world of madness can't phase meSuicidal, fuck American Idol, rock my recitalEsham is my title, vital, visions are homicidalBut that don't matter, even when your blood gets splatteredCaps going off like the Mad HatterYou can be poor or filthy richCause nobody can buy eternal life up in this bitch.

You can't take it with youAll them things that money buyYou won't need 'em when you die, baby(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)

"Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds.He got diamonds all... all right now, but we gonna take all that...before we put him in the ground we gonna take all that off his body.But, anyway... He had a mansion... he had a mansion...But he don't need that where he goin. We gonna be livin it up...He had a purdy wife, he won't be needin her no more. The church gonna take care of her-"

You can't take it with youNo lust, no love, no drugs, no slugs, no FBI bugsPut one right between your eyes in the center of your mugBrains all on the floor, blood skeetin' on the rugFucked around with the underground, murdered like chudGet smoked like bud, body left in the hoodStripped naked, take off your jewels rapped in a blanket, kick itCooked him, left in the bucket like a burnt piece of chickenBiten, went professional hittin'It's all about choppin' bodies up and throats slittin'So you can't take nothing with you but some hollow tipsAnd then if you like the steel dick, swallow this.

You can't take it with youAll them things that money buyYou won't need 'em when you die, baby(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)